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She's What?

Author - Favors | Genre - Fluff | Genre - Humor | Genre - Romance | Main Story | Rating - PG-13 | S
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She’s What

By Favors

Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action-Adventure
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Summary: Takes place 6 months after Lizzie is born in 'You're What?' The Vulcan High Command has been disbanded; T’Pau and her Syrrannites are in power; things are heating up between the Vulcans and Andorians, while Vulcan dissidents are colluding with Romulans. T’Les, also a Syrrannite, is alive and well on Earth.

Sequel to You’re What?

A/N: italics represent inner-thoughts & musings.

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Chapter 1

T’Pol was busy at her sensors, proving almost continuous updates on a massive ion storm Enterprise was tracking. The ion storm had devastated a remote Klingon outpost and several other occupied space stations, outposts, and colonies were in its destructive path. Enterprise was tasked to see if the ion storm could be diverted from settled areas or dispersed.

“Someone’s hungry!” Trip walked onto the bridge carrying his 6 month old daughter.

“Isn’t she always?” quipped the captain.

“Hey! Oh, well, she’s a Tucker isn’t she? We have a healthy appetite!” Looking back at his daughter, he asked “Don’t we my precious baby girl? You’re a Tucker aren’t ya?” Trip kissed the temple of his baby girl.

Lizzie’s reply was blowing what Trip had dubbed ‘slobber bubbles’ and grabbed her father’s nose.

“She is like her father.” T’Pol intoned from her station.

T’Pol looked over fondly at her mate as he bantered with the captain about Lizzie’s enormous appetite. She was a beautiful baby. Her hair was darker than T’Pol’s and she had Trip’s bright blue eyes. Her nose was a blend of both of theirs, but her full lips were clearly from T’Pol as well as her delicately pointed ears.

Trip had insisted on taking numerous photos of the baby, her, and all of them together, including the “Enterprise family”. Once a month there was a new “Enterprise Family” photo taken with Lizzie front and center. Even the gruff quartermaster was not immune to the baby’s charms. He had made miniature Starfleet jumpsuits for her. One jumpsuit had red piping, another with blue piping, and both made to accommodate changing a baby. Today, Lizzie wore her red-piped uniform since Trip had dressed her. At first she was annoyed with Trip’s endless photo taking, but the photographic documentation of their daughter’s growth and “firsts” had grown on her. Trip dutifully sent copies of the images to his parents and her mother. At first her mother hadn’t appreciated the photos, but soon began to look forward to the next batch. T’Pol had initially been annoyed that Trip knew far more about babies than she did. But she soon realized, that she not only needed his help and knowledge, she was glad for it. She remembered Lizzie’s first photo.

“Now don’t be too long Captain.” Phlox had warned the when the captain approached, several hours after Lizzie’s birth.
The captain had been there for only a few minutes when they all heard a noisy wail. “Well, well, well. I think it’s time for someone’s first meal.” Phlox said happily while delivering the small bundle to T’Pol. T’Pol had been cleaned up, and was propped up in bed with a number of pillows and had been chatting with Trip and the Captain.

At T’Pol’s unsure look, Trip sat next to her and helped unbutton her top. “Just hold your arms out, cradle her, gotta support her head. Make sure she gets a good seal around your nipple, otherwise she’ll be urpy.”

“Urpy?”

“Yeah, ya know burpy, but with more slobber.”

“And you know this how?”

“Many, many, many female relatives all too happy to talk about it, and anything else, in front of everybody. Her first feedin’, and I don’t have ma camera!”

“Trip.” Archer had surprised them both by waggling the camera. When Trip started to take the camera, Archer had waved him off. “No, no, allow me.” Trip all too happily sat back down with his arm around T’Pol.

“Captain, you aren’t serious.”

“Smile T’Pol.” Archer prompted her.

“Captain!”

“Come on, hon. Ya look beautiful. Just a little smile, for me? I know ya can, seen it many times.” Whereupon he waggled his brows at her and nuzzled her ear while the Captain snapped several images. One of them actually had her smiling. Most however had her glaring at a laughing Trip. What the Captain didn’t know was that Trip, through their bond, was visualizing every time he’d seen her smile. Most occurred during climax when they engaged in their favorite pastime. T’Pol had been unaware just how often she smiled.

“Here, this is for you.” Trip handed T’Pol a knitted item, snapping her out of her reverie.

“What is it?” T’Pol held up the loose-knit shawl.

“It’s for you when you feed Lizzie. I’ll show you. Come on, up, up, up. Oh, Cap’n, T’Les sent some things for you as well, and for your ‘canine’.”

“How is T’Les?” Archer asked nonchalantly.

Trip’s smile broadened significantly. “Well, my momma’s teachin’ her how to knit and crochet. T’Pol’s momma made this one. She seems to be enjoyin’ her visit to Earth. She sends you her ‘warmest regards’.” Trip winked at the captain. He loved teasing the captain about his ‘non-romance romance’ with T’Les.

T’Pol stood to allow Trip to occupy her chair; she also had a bemused smile on her face. She had no objections to her mother pursing a relationship with the captain. Once Trip was situated, T’Pol sat on Trip’s lap. She had adopted a new uniform in order to easily feed Lizzie. T’Pol now wore a wrap around top and matching slacks. After T’Pol was comfortably seated and started to unfasten her top, Trip handed the baby over. Once Lizzie was in place, Trip draped the shawl over T’Pol’s shoulder and the baby.

“See, it kinda hides her and keeps you a little warmer.”

“Interesting.”

T’Pol directed Trip through their bond to physically operate her controls while she fed Lizzie. While their method was unconventional, it worked when T’Pol’s input was critical. T’Pol continued interpret the sensor readings needed for Lt. Reed and Ensign Mayweather for their mission.

“I can’t believe how noisy she is when she’s doin’ that.” Trip observed. Lizzie’s sucking sounds were clearly audible to the bridge crew.

“As I said before, she is like her father.”

“T’Pol!” Trip’s neck, face, and ears turned a very deep red while the bridge crew tried unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter.

“Trip, are those torpedoes ready?” Malcolm asked, still chuckling.

“Yep, already to go. Just remember we need to be at least 500,000 meters away before you set them off.” Trip had swiveled in the chair to face Malcolm, still glaring at his wife.

Trip had designed a small anti-matter torpedo that they were attempting to send into the ion storm and detonate. Their goal was to try changing its course enough to avoid occupied stations and colonies. As a precaution, Starfleet was also having the Fallkirk evacuate the space station closest to the storm. Denobulans, Vulcans and humans occupied the station. Enterprise had pushed the engines to get behind the storm and had been chasing it for three days now. They had four days to divert the ion storm to avoid damaging the space station.

“Incoming transmission from Starfleet.” Hoshi announced.

“On screen.”

“Captain, how are you and your crew coming along…with the ion storm diversion. The science staff at…. Neptune station is getting anxious. They don’t want… their… work destroyed.” Admiral Green’s eye kept darting over to the trio occupying a single chair.

“We are just about ready to try one of the torpedoes Admiral. T’Pol?”

Trip moved the chair over to the panel so T’Pol could use the view scope. “At present speed, we should be in the ion storm’s trailing edge in 8 minutes and 16 seconds. It will take 34 seconds for the torpedo to be deployed and an additional 1 minute 17 seconds for Enterprise to achieve safe distance before detonation.”

“Sometimes I wish you would be more precise T’Pol.” Archer teased his first officer.

T”Pol merely raised a single elegant eyebrow.

“Admiral, mind if I contact you after we conduct this experiment?”

“I insist on it.” Admiral Green’s cold tone left little doubt in the Captain’s mind that the next conversation would be unpleasant.

Enterprise positioned itself behind the ion storm. T’Pol called out coordinates.

“Ensign Mayweather, bring us around to 3.6 Mark 2.” T’Pol stated from her station. Ensign Mayweather complied bringing the ship close behind the ion storm.

“The ride’s gonna be rough when we get within 25,000 meters.” Trip informed the bridge.

“All hands, brace for a turbulence.”

“On my mark, Lt. Reed, deploy the torpedo.”

“Aye, Commander.”

“Mark.”

Lt. Reed dutifully deployed the anti-matter torpedo.

“Travis, back us off.” Archer ordered.

10 minutes and 7 seconds after the conversation with Admiral Green the anti-matter torpedo was detonated.

“T’Pol?”

“The ion storm’s course has been altered 1.8%. We will need to analyze its new course to determine if the change is sufficient.”

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“Admiral Green.”

“Captain, Starfleet has given you a lot of leeway with the Tuckers, but that was unacceptable!” Admiral Green was still fuming about having to assign Trip and T’Pol to the same ship. As long as Admiral Green remained a figure of power, Archer doubted either of their careers, and probably his, would advance much. He seemed intent on despising them.

“To what precisely are you referring to Admiral?”

“Don’t feign ignorance with me Captain! I’m talking about that….display….on your bridge. Commander T’Pol feeding her child!”

“Usually T’Pol goes to sickbay to feed Lizzie when she is on duty. But when she’s providing critical updates on sensors, Trip brings the baby to the bridge. I know it’s unconventional, but it works. They can communicate telepathically, so T’Pol directs Trip, he operates her controls, she relays the data. It works. It doesn’t bother anyone on the bridge crew, why should it bother you?”

“Don’t get snippy with me Captain. We’ve already made allowances for this couple. Now she feels she can feed this…child…on the bridge!”

I am really beginning to hate this man! I have the distinct feeling he was going to refer to Lizzie as something else. Trip once mentioned that he thought Admiral Green was xenophobic. Maybe he was right.

“Admiral, they are among the best in their fields, I am honored to have them aboard. And if we have to adjust to some…unorthodox methods to get the job done, so be it.”

“You know what I think the problem is here Captain? Commander Tucker is your friend so you look the other way all too often, give him too much tether.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve put Trip in his place more than a few times. And yes, we’re friends, but I’m his and her, captain first. They do their jobs. If their job performance was affected, I wouldn’t allow such conduct.”

The Admiral just glared back at Archer. “What about the storm?”

Wow, something actually having to do with our mission!

“The Tuckers are examining the data to see if it is sufficient. Initial report is we will have to deploy another torpedo.”

“All three of them?” Admiral Green asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“No, Lizzie slobbers on the controls too much. Although with her parents, I’m sure she’ll be able to help soon.”

The Admiral glared back even more angrily at Archer.

Well, that attempt at humor failed miserably.

“Just keep me posted.”

What an asshole!

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“We only need to divert the ion storm from populated areas, not eliminate it altogether, T’Pol.”

“But if we eliminate it entirely, then there is no need to continue to keep changing its course. What if we change its course into an unknown populated area?”

“Look, honey, I understand your point, but in order to dissipate it altogether, we’d have to use a hellva a lot of anti-matter. And if we set off that much, who knows what effect that would have. The blast inside that nebula is more powerful than blowing up the ship. That’s why I’m usin’ so little.”

“Report.” Archer asked upon entering the Situation Room, interrupting their bickering. Some things would never change.

The Tuckers stood close together evaluating the data and trying to come up with the best possible solution. Trip held Lizzie against his chest, patting her back.

“Well, T’Pol’s right that if we change the course of the storm to avoid areas we know about, it may well interfere with populated areas we don’t know about. But the problem is, how to eliminate it entirely without doing other damage to space or sub-space.” Trip stated.

“If we deploy another torpedo, with an anti-matter yield increased by 16%, we will divert the ion storm from areas we are aware of. However, I am concerned about this section of space. It is on the edge of Andorian space, they may have outposts we are unaware of.” T’Pol informed the captain.

Phlox entered the Situation Room to fetch Lizzie to take her back to sickbay. Lizzie cooed her pleasure at seeing Doctor Phlox and held out her arms. “Your Grandpa Phlox is here to collect you!” Phlox had taken the unofficial title of Grandpa Phlox, since her served as T’Pol’s father for the day at their human wedding.

Trip chuckled softly as he passed his daughter over to Phlox. “She’s been burped, so she’s all ready for her nap.”

“Of course she is. I have a new wonderful game for us…” they couldn’t hear the rest of Phlox’s statement as he left the Situation Room with Lizzie in his arms. Trip and T’Pol had complete confidence in the Doctor. He loved the child as much as one of his own. He had taken special pride in bringing the baby to full-term and her consequently flourishing health. They had learned from the partial database from the other Enterprise that T’Pol had miscarried a number of times before giving birth to Lorian. Doctor Phlox dutifully sent data regularly regarding Lizzie’s health and vital statistics to both the Vulcan Science and Starfleet medical facilities.

“I wouldn’t think you’d be concerned about Andorians, T’Pol.” Archer said to T’Pol.

“You seem to have a fondness for Commander Shran and Ambassador Soval is trying to ease tensions among our peoples. It would not help matters to allow an ion storm to devastate a facility of theirs.” T’Pol retorted.

“I’ll have Hoshi contact them. Best recommendations for the ion storm?”

“Trip is probably correct that the best we can do at this time is to attempt to continue to divert the storm.”

“I wish we were recordin’ this conversation. My wife actually said I was correct!”

“I said you were probably correct.”

Laughing with good humor, Trip responded “Oh, my mistake darlin’.”

“Get on it you two.” Archer laughed as he left the room.

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“Hoshi, I need you to contact the Andorians, Commander Shran if possible. We need to discuss this ion storm with them, see if they have any outposts in that area.”

“I’ll get right on it sir.”

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“So Archer, trying to get information from me for the Vulcans?” Commander Shran’s blue face was displayed on the view screen his antennas high and erect.

“No, there’s a massive ion storm we’re tracking. We’ve been diverting it from populated space stations and outposts. Right now it’s headed for a section of Andorian space. We wanted to know if you have any outposts or stations there. I’ll have the data transmitted to you.”

“We’ll need to examine the data.”

“Contact me when you’ve done your analysis.”

“Trying to balance things out, eh? You still owe me one Archer!” he smiled broadly. Shran loved to toy with the captain of the Enterprise.

“I’m sure that’s your opinion Shran. Got any of that ale left?” Archer inquired.

“I’ll check pink-skin.” Shran fired back, bending his antenna forward.

Two hours later, Shran contacted Enterprise. “We do have a space station in that region. What are you doing to divert the storm?”

Archer explained their method in diverting the storm by using the anti-matter torpedoes.

“I’m not far from you, I can meet up with you in 6 hours, pink-skin.”

“Looking forward to your visit.”

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“Captain, we’re being hailed by the Kumari.”

“On screen.”

“Permission to dock pink-skin?”

“Permission granted blue boy.” Archer could fire it right back, he knew that Shran enjoyed their verbal sparring.

He could hear Shran’s laughter as he ended the communication. After the communication terminated, Archer turned to T’Pol. “T’Pol, have your husband meet Shran at the airlock. I want him to go over those torpedo specs with him.”

“Yes captain.” T’Pol’s eyes took on that unfocused look when she telepathed with Trip. “He’s on his way.”

Archer thought for the millionth time how handy that was. 6 weeks before Lizzie was born, Enterprise was attacked by marauders. Engineering had taken heavy damage and Trip just communicated to T’Pol a constant status. He never once used the communications system.

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“We’re gonna need the coordinates of your outpost in order to properly calculate the yield.” Trip informed Shran as they walked to the situation room.

Shran handed over a PADD containing the requested information.

“So, you and Commander T’Pol, married, a baby?” Shran asked.

“Yep. Three times over. Who’d ever thought it, huh?” Trip asked him while walking with him to the situation room. Trip wore a bemused smile on his face all the while.

“Anyone who saw you two together. It was obvious to everyone, except perhaps to you two. What do you mean by ‘three times over’? And how is it being married to a Vulcan?” Shran’s antennas were bent forward with interest.

“We have our fights, just like any other couple. But with this bond, it certainly helps see the other’s perspective. I don’t think we’ll ever stop having arguments. I mean were two different people after all. As to the three times thing, well, under Vulcan law, just being bonded is marriage. However, just to cover my bases, I married her under a traditional Vulcan ceremony as well as a human ceremony. I got a recordin’ of both if ya wanna watch. Course the Vulcan one’s dull, but the human ceremony’s fun.”

They chatted about the differences between Andorian, Vulcan, and Human wedding ceremonies while waiting for the analysis to complete. Shran laughed merrily at Trip’s description of the reception. The station beeped, altering them the analysis had completed.

“I’ll need T’Pol to go over this data as well; we’ll need to run some simulations to determine the exact yield we’ll need to divert the ion storm.”

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Hoshi, Captain Archer, Shran, T’Pol, Trip, and Malcolm sat in the Captain’s Mess, sharing stories, drinking Romulan ale, and playing poker. Lizzie slept soundly in a basket nearby.

“No ale for you T’Pol?” Shran inquired as poured the blue liquid into glasses.

“No, I am still feeding Lizzie.” She answered solemnly.

“How many Captain?” Hoshi asked.

“Two.”

“Commander Shran?”

Shran’s antenna moved and twisted about his head. Just learning the game, he was unsure of the rules. Malcolm leaned over to assist him.

“You’ll only need one.” Malcolm informed him.

T’Pol played the game, but wasn’t very interested. Trip however, loved bantering with Shran as they played. He knew he was a better player than Malcolm, so he knew he had an advantage.

After several hours of play and many hands, the remaining players in the hand were Trip, T’Pol, and Shran.

“I’ll see your bottle of ale, and raise you this handmade afghan from my mom. Keep ya nice and warm on Andoria.”

“You’d bet a handmade gift?” Shran was stunned he would part with such a prize.

“I got 8 more in the cabin.” Trip answered swiftly.

Shran glanced over to Malcolm, who shook his head slightly. “Too rich for my blood.” Shran again looked over to Malcolm who confirmed he had the expression correct.

“Well, babe, looks like it’s down to you and me. Why don’t we make this more personal?” Trip looked challengingly at his wife.

Archer had a glimmer of fear as to what constituted ‘personal’.

“I’ll raise you all this stuff, plus 5 diapers changes.” Trip beamed.

T’Pol actually smiled briefly at his challenge. Archer felt relief and let loose a chuckle.

“I’ll see your 5 diaper changes and raise you 3 more.” She countered.

Hoshi could see she’d need to keep track of this pot.

“Ok, that’s 8 diapers changes total. I’ll see your raise, and raise you 4 get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nights.”

“That’s 8 diaper changes and 4 get the baby to you T’Pol.” Hoshi was smiling broadly. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting and was enjoying it immensely as did the rest of crew present.

“I’ll raise you 4 more diaper changes, 2 get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nights, and 1 rock her to sleep.” T’Pol looked back with smug satisfaction. She would love to get out of 12 diaper changes.

Trip pretended to think about the pot, all the while sending T’Pol the faintest glimmer he was bluffing. “Ooookay. I’ll raise you 2 more diaper changes and 3 get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nights.”

“That’s a total of 14 diaper changes, 5 get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nights, and 1 rock-her-to-sleep.” Hoshi spoke with amusement.

“I call. 2 pair, tens and aces.” T’Pol spoke with great satisfaction, sure she had won.

“That is a mighty nice hand babe, but it can’t beat a Full House, Kings over jacks.” Trip drawled.

Trip laughed heartily at T’Pol’s shocked expression. Her eyes narrowed as she realized her mate purposely mislead his thoughts, making her believe he was bluffing.

“I lost!” T’Pol sounded shocked.

“Well, I’m off to bed. Goodnight.” Hoshi yawned as she stood to leave, smiling broadly. It wasn’t often the Vulcan Science Officer could b caught unawares. Hoshi stood, waiting for Malcolm to join her.

“I’m off as well, good night all.” Malcolm joined Hoshi and left the mess hall.

Trip kissed T’Pol soundly to take the sting out of her loss. “Why don’t we open this one up?” Trip grabbed the Romulan ale that was part of the pot and poured a round for himself, Archer, and Shran.

“She’s startin’ to wake up.” Trip acknowledged. Getting up and bending over the basket of his daughter.

Trip picked up his tiny daughter and held her on his lap. Lizzie looked about the assembled people, cooed her recognition at Captain Archer, but became fascinated with Shran. She stretched out her arms wanting to be held by him.

“Looks like Lizzie’s got a thing for ya.” Trip allowed Lizzie to crawl across the table towards Shran.

As Shran gazed upon Lizzie’s countenance, he gently lifted her to a sitting position. He looked at her sternly and waved his antennae. Lizzie laughed and clapped her hands together. Shran continued to entertain Lizzie with his antenna until she finally grabbed them.

“I must admit pink-skin that you and the Vulcan produced a beautiful child.” Shran said as he pulled his antenna free from Lizzie’s grasp.

“She is quite beautiful.” T’Pol agreed as she watched while Shran continued to play with Lizzie. Allowing her to grab his antenna and wave them about to Lizzie’s utter delight. Lizzie smiled, laughed, clapped her hands, and drooled with complete happiness until finally she decided she was hungry.

Trip escorted T’Pol to the small couch so she could feed Lizzie and draped the shawl over them after she was situated. Trip picked up his drink and sat beside T’Pol, alternatively drinking and kissing his wife.

“What proof is this stuff?” Trip was beginning to feel dizzy. He could see that the strong ale was affecting Captain Archer and Shran as well. T’Pol had finished feeding Lizzie and put her down to sleep in her basket. T’Pol returned to Trip and curled up beside him on the couch.

“Proof?” Shran asked, confused.

“Ya the alcohol content. What percentage?”

“I don’t really know. We got this from some Ferengi traders, it’s hard to come by Romulan goods. I was surprised they gave me such a good deal on it. They thought Ambassador Soval might like. Thought it might help with the peace negotiations.”

“Ferengi? Making a good deal for someone else?” Archer asked with surprise.

Trip wasn’t paying attention to what Shran was saying. His focus was on T’Pol.

“T’Pol, you’re burnin’ up!” Trip was startled to find T’Pol’s skin hot under his lips.

“My body temperature is higher than yours.” She intoned wearily.

“Not this much. You’ve got a fever.”

“I am just tired.” T’Pol slumped onto to Trip and curled up against his chest.

“T’Pol? T’Pol? This isn’t normal. Cap’n she’s got a fever. I’m gonna take her to sickbay.”

“Are you sure Trip, about the fever?”

“Look, I sleep with her every night; I know what her body temperate should be! This isn’t it. T’Pol?” Trip was becoming alarmed. T’Pol was becoming unresponsive and was starting to cough. “T’Pol? Honey?”

Trip picked T’Pol up in his arms and raced out of the captain’s mess.

“Archer to sickbay.”

“Phlox here.”

“Trip’s on his way down with T’Pol. She’s sick.”

“T’Pol? Sick?” Phlox was clearly shocked.

“I’m on my way as well.” Archer informed him.

“I’ll go with you.” Shran offered. He too was concerned for T’Pol. Despite his mistrust of Vulcans, he genuinely liked T’Pol. She was different from most Vulcans. Mostly, he felt differently towards her due to Trip. He very much liked the affable engineer and knew that any woman loved so much by him, was a worthwhile person.

“We better take the baby with us.” Archer bent to gently lift Lizzie’s basket, trying not to wake the sleeping child.

End Chapter 1

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

hey..

I love sequels.... this is good so far.

I love this sequel hopefully you post chapter 2 pretty soon

Yes a sequal, thank you very very much.

OOooh! Good stuff! Please don't keep us waiting for long! GOTTA know what's the "what" this time!

I love this and am still laughing at Lizzy grabbing Shran's antennae. *considers bugging Ivy to illustrate that*

great fic! ;) can't wait for more! I loved You're What so I'm excited about She's What... I wonder what's "what"?

wonderful fic!!!!!
can't wait for more!!!!

HopefulNebula, I'd be right there with you!!!! That would be so CUTE to see!!!!!! I am SO LOVING THIS STORY!!!!! Uh oh, momma T'Pol? Sick? Wonder what's going on!!! Can't wait for your next chapter!!!!!!!

Great fic. I look forward to the next chapter.

By the way, your link at the top points to the wrong story.

Me like sequels! I'm really liking this title continuation. It's hilarious, and the stories match! Keep 'em coming, please! :)

This is good, been looking forward to the sequel. My personal favorite lines:

"I can’t believe how noisy she is when she’s doin’ that.” Trip observed. Lizzie’s sucking sounds were clearly audible to the bridge crew.

“As I said before, she is like her father.”

T'Pol stripping down and nursing on the bridge. Even that is one I didn't think of.. really cute.

Nice. :D I can't wait for the next chapter.

Cute, but not really very realistic. Normal working mothers don't bring their child to work and breast feed them, neither would our very private T'Pol. We have breast pumps for that sort of thing, and I'm sure they have more advanced means of storing breast milk for 'later use' during the 22nd century.

nice story cant wait for the rest of it